Who Rules Who?

Here lies a statue of a 'god'

that towers seaside taller than

the water is deep.

Solid farrowed stone, nowhere hollow

its arms stretched out wide

never intending to die

burl away at the hand of the storm

and the eyes of its maker

The bottomless ocean converges at its feet

storms rot his eyes

till one day the idol crumbles 

and fails to watch itself plunge